The masses prefer mundane over magical Vanilla over passion fruit I want to give you what you want but it's not what I do I want to be your Blonde I want to sing to you But the words I speak are of a freak, the media would never choose We want to spill excitement, your heart asks for this too But when we provide You seem to run and hide Leaving us poor and blue
Many *** workers I know wish that they could do more creative, unique work but fear it won't sell and that customers would lose their interest in them - this is my ode to you.